As soon as I woke the next morning, I had a stupid grin on my face. Ash had surprised me last night by announcing we were taking a trip to London this weekend so we could spend some time together.

Sitting at my desk daydreaming of the weekend, my joy quickly evaporated when I remembered today was the directors' monthly meeting. That meant not only would all of them be in the office, but I would have to take minutes whilst fighting the urge to fall asleep.

With the clock ticking closer to nine a.m., I found myself puzzled as there was still no sign of Paul. Trying to push thoughts of him to the back of my mind, I set my things up in the meeting room before making all their drinks.

Walking back to the meeting room several minutes later with all their cups of tea on a serving tray, I nearly dropped the entire tray when I wandered in to see Paul grinning at me—from the seat next to mine.

My heart accelerated instantly, filling my body with fuzzy tingles. Doing my utmost to keep myself from making eye contact with Paul, I set all the cups of tea around the table at their seats before taking my seat, mentally willing my flustered body to calm the hell down.

The company owner, Mr. Collins, strolled in just as I sat down. In his mid-fifties with washed out blue eyes, a stern face, but a good body, he had a few lady friends that I knew of. Despite his age, I could see the appeal. He reminded me of a less good-looking George Clooney.

Clapping his hands together as he shut the door, he soon rounded our attention. "Good morning. I hope everyone is settled and ready?" A concurrent murmur from around the table sounded along with nods of heads. "Good. Then let's begin."

I took a deep breath as I poised my pen, trying to force myself not to think about Paul beside me. Before I could think anything further, a hand slid across my knee, as an all too familiar voice whispered in my ear, "Yes, let's."

I jumped from the sudden unexpected contact, inhaling so sharply I ended up coughing.

Mr. Collins glared at me, one eyebrow raised. After a few seconds, his impatience won through. "Are you done, Kyra? We have a lot to get through today."

I nodded, taking a sip of my water as I swore at Paul under my breath.

Paul kept his hand on my knee, making me grateful and regretful at the same time for wearing a skirt today. After several minutes, he began brushing his fingertips along my thigh with a feather light touch. The gentleness of it sent my heart soaring to new heights. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from letting out small gasps of pleasure. I glanced up at him from the corner of my eye, giving him my best I'm going to kill you look.

He didn't even look back at me, his focus solely fixed on Mr Collins. He continued his slow tease of my skin, his pink lips twitching at something of a smirk as goosebumps rose on my leg. Seconds later, a violent shudder shot down my spine catching the attention of Mr. Harris, who sat on the other side of me.

He turned to me, his beady eyes scanning my face. "Are you cold, dear?"

Feeling anything but cold right now, I had to lie. "A little."

"Would you like me to turn the air con off?"

I faked a smile. If anything, I needed it colder and blowing straight on me. "Just turned up a degree or two will be fine."

He nodded and smiled as he pressed the temperature button on the remote control.

Mr. Collins's demanding voice cut through the air. "Kyra, are you paying attention?"

"Yes, sir. Mr. Harris was just—"

"I don't want your excuses. Did you get what I just said? About broadening our horizons in Europe? Namely Germany and Switzerland to start with?"

I nodded, not daring to meet his burning gaze as I carried on with my notes. Paul gave my knee a gentle squeeze. For the briefest of seconds I felt relieved that he would now cease his little game.

However, I soon found myself lost in a weird mixture of elation and disappointment as he crept further up the inside of my thigh, his voice never faltering once as he addressed Mr. Collins about his plans for a German division.

When he finished talking, he inched even higher up, stroking his fingers over the outside of my silk underwear. My breath hitched in my throat, and I bit down on my tongue. Heat flooded my body, settling between my legs with a dull throb.

He moved his fingers slightly and settled them on my clit, applying a little more pressure. The dull throb turned to a barb of hot tingles, making me close my eyes for a brief second and suck in a deep breath. I let my breath out slowly and stole a glance at Paul whose delicious, kissable mouth had tweaked up into the curve of a victory smile.

He danced his fingers across my underwear, searching out the edge. My heart started pounding as the reality of getting caught started to dawn on me. Trying to write the minutes and keep up with Mr. Collins had now become an extremely hard task. I could only register every other word in my head, let alone draw enough focus and strength to write it.

As Mr. Collins carried on, I stifled a whimper as Paul slipped his fingers underneath my underwear. When he moved his fingers, gliding down over my sensitive folds, I couldn't help but gasp, a mixture of shock and delight.

Embarrassment consumed me and I faked another cough before reaching for my glass of water. I tried my hardest to ignore the enquiring looks from a couple of the directors. Somehow, I resisted the urge to squirm in my seat and cross my legs. He had me hooked on his touch like a crackhead addicted to their next hit. The electric surges he drove around my body, jolting my muscles with sensations I never knew possible, were impossible to ignore.

He spent the next several minutes tracing his fingers along my entrance, filling me with excitement and apprehension as to if, or when, he would finally slide inside. When he finally delved a finger inside me, I kept my head down and scribbled furiously in my notebook, pushing my hair forwards to block out at least part of my tomato coloured face.

Trying to keep my breathing at a steady pace became a fruitless task as the rhythm he played inside me, hitting my spot every time, had my insides coiling, ready for that sweet release I really needed right now. If he carried on, I knew I would end up begging him to take me right there, regardless of who was watching.

Thankfully, for everyone involved, Mr. Collins finally announced break time. "Right. Time for a fifteen-minute break before we get back at it."

I looked at the clock, surprised to see it was after ten a.m. already. No wonder my thoughts were bordering on public sex. Being played with for over an hour would drive anyone to the edge of insanity.

Rushing to the ladies' room for a brief reprieve, I leaned back against the smooth, cool tiles, grateful for any sort of cold on my body. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm my aching body but my mind would not let me forget what had just happened.

Just as I debated relieving myself merely to appease my body, the door swung open, Paul striding in with a devilish grin on his handsome face. He closed the door and flicked the lock.

My heart somersaulted, knowing full well what was coming next. He grabbed my face, meeting our lips in a rough kiss, his tongue searching out mine with hungry desire. In nothing but a moment of sheer passion, we yanked at each other's clothes in a desperate bid for bare skin.

With his trousers around his ankles and my skirt hitched up to my waist, he grappled with my thong as I found my way inside his boxers.

He slid his fingers inside me once more and pulled back from our kiss to whisper, "Always so ready."

"Shut up and fuck me," I whispered back, before planting his mouth back on mine.

He moved his fingers and thrust himself inside me, both of us groaning in relief. Our lips parted, our noses still touching, and our eyes locked in a radiating stare. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, needing to feel him deeper inside me.

"Harder," I whispered.

He drove himself further inside me, a whisper of a hiss escaping through his gritted teeth. My entire body ached, pulsing twinges shocking every cell within me. I needed my sweet release, and I wanted him to give me it—now.

He started moving hard and fast, each stroke pushing breathless gasps from my body. I needed to scream to let some of my tension out, but I knew I couldn't. I dug my nails into his arms in an effort to get rid of some of my need to cry out, but all that did was fuel him into an utter frenzy.

Within a matter of seconds, my tight coil sprung free. He covered my mouth with his, letting me moan into him. As my orgasm washed over me, my muscles quivered from the manic assault.

He leaned his head on my shoulder and bit my skin as he stilled, emptying his own frustration with a shaky sigh of relief.

As he fought to get his breath back, he kissed the end of my nose and gave me a wicked smile. "Lesson number one," he said. "I can tease too."